I am the arches of a cathedral
Often warmth is unachievable
I shoot for the stars
Then fall like men sent to wars

I climb and it’s an uphill battle
Get to the top where we move like cattle
Search the hot hell of the sun
Only to find that I want to run.

I swim through muddy trenches
Sit still on lonely benches.
I’m moved by what I fear
It’s an illusion all we hear

Life is not made just for death
No, it’s really for the breath
It’s for growing past the box
Not just staring at tiny clocks
We all make the world turn
We are can also make it burn